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Heartbroken, grief-stricken, and wracked with guilt, seventeen-year-old Evan Taylor returned to the Union, leaving behind the boy she loved.

Now, she and her friends must find a way to do the impossible – warn the citizens of the Union about an impending rebel attack without alerting the government and risking retaliation against her friends in the Ruins.

When every move Evan makes is thwarted, it soon becomes clear she's being watched. Faced with a daily fight to stay one step ahead of her pursuers, she returns to the Ruins. But life in the Ruins has its own dangers, and soon she’s fighting a different battle – to stay alive long enough to discover the truth.

Following my review of The Union last month, I couldn’t wait to read the next instalment of the trilogy by T.H. Hernandez. I was eager to see what would become of Evan and Cyrus after their parting, and I wanted to know how the events leading to her escape would affect her.

Like the last book, the pacing was a little strange, with time passing suddenly. It wasn’t as bad as last time though, as at least Hernandez gave indication to how much time…most of the time. (Lots of ‘times’ in there…) However, while I found the slower pacing relaxing in The Union, I began to feel a bit impatient in this book, with little happening in the first half. It was only when Evan reentered the Ruins in the second half that events started ramping up a bit, and then the final third of the book really got interesting. I have a strange fascination with reading about characters training to fight, whether with their bare hands, weapons or magic. This book fed this fascination in the second half, and I wish it had been introduced earlier on whilst in the Union.

We met a lot of familiar faces, but also some new ones. There didn’t seem to be as much fleshing out of characters this time, though, and I can’t remember many of the newer ones. I definitely can’t picture them in my head as much as I can the main players (Evan, Bryce, Cyrus, Lisa, Jack and Colin). I think the same can apply to the setting: I was able to cobble together my own scenes from the rough sketches laid down in the book, but it wasn’t quite so vivid as the first book.

A few times, the book tried to pull at my heartstrings, and one moment in particular really pulled hard, but I couldn’t quite get there. It was sad and heartbreaking in theory, but I couldn’t connect to the moment enough to cry. I think the only times I really felt emotion were between Evan and Cyrus. I felt really bad for Bryce, as I could tell he had feelings for Evan, and she tried, but there was just no chemistry. None.

The book ended with a really strange cliffhanger. It wasn’t really a plot hanger, but a character/relationship hanger. I can’t say much for the sake of spoilers, but you’ll understand what I mean when you read it!

Overall, the slow first half, while maybe realistic, could have been cut down a bit so that I could enjoy this as much as I enjoyed The Union. It might have also allowed for further development of the characters and setting once Evan re-entered the Ruins (where the fun starts). The way the book ended makes me hope for great things in the final book, though.

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Lisa opens the door still in her pajama pants and a tank top. Jack’s behind her in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. I raise an eyebrow in silent judgment. How could she have Jack spend the night with Colin here?

“Where’s Colin?” she asks, looking past me.

“What do you mean, where’s Colin? Isn’t he here?”

“No. He never came home last night. I thought he was with you.”

“You were with me.”

“No, I mean after we separated. I figured he showed up at your place.” Her cheeks turn bright red.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” My hands ball into fists of anger at my sides. “You can’t really be that…” I bite off the words. It’s not my place to share how Colin feels about her.

“He probably left with one of those girls we saw him with,” she says.

I push into her apartment and find Colin’s duffel bag on the floor where it’s been since he began camping out on her couch last week. “So, he just blew off his train?”

“Maybe,” she shrugs.

“Not likely,” I say, stalking back outside, unease gnawing through my stomach. If all this other shit wasn’t going on, I could chalk it up to Colin getting laid, but I can’t shake the feeling something isn’t right. I’m halfway to Bryce’s before I realize that’s where I’m headed. Hopefully he takes me seriously.

My fast walk turns into a jog as I cover the remaining three blocks and two flights of stairs down to the apartment he shares with Jack. I’ve only been here once before, but I think I remember which one it is. I lift my hand and knock on the pale blue door then pace the small empty concrete porch. Thirty seconds pass before I knock again, louder and longer this time. Still no answer. I’m beginning to think he’s not here when the lock clicks and the door cracks open.

Bryce swings the door wider, and my eyes zero in on a bare chest. My gaze drifts from his firm abs and pecs up to meet a pair of gray eyes, squinted against the morning light. Confusion fills his features as he stares at me.

“Colin didn’t come home last night,” I blurt out, my voice breaking.

His gaze rests on my face for a moment before circling the room, reminding me we’re being monitored. “I’m sure he’s fine, but let me get dressed, and we’ll look for him.”

Stepping inside, I close the door and bounce on the balls of my feet while I wait for him. The place is decorated in neo-classic guy. A fireplace and hearth runs the length of the front of the apartment, and opposite that is a solid glass wall overlooking a weedy, overgrown garden. The limited furniture is a jumble of chairs, a couch, and a couple of mismatched tables littered with empty beer bottles.

Bryce dresses in record time and takes my hand, pulling me outside. He leads the way to the depot to catch a train back to the nightclub. “I want to retrace his steps after we left,” he says. “He might’ve just found some company for the evening.”

“That’s what Lisa said, but I think there’s more to it.”

“It’s no secret how he feels about Lisa. He might’ve just wanted to get away for the night.”

“But his bag is still at her place. He would’ve had to come get it before catching his train.”

The nightclub is deserted with the exception of a handful of staff still cleaning up. Bryce walks up to a lanky guy pushing a broom. “Can I talk to the manager?”

A woman in her mid-thirties approaches us a few minutes later, wiping her hands on an apron. She sweeps a chunk of blond hair out of her face with the back of her wrist. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, I’m Detective Cooper,” Bryce says, flashing his credentials. “We’re looking for a friend. He was here with us last night, but we’re not sure what happened to him.”

She glances between me and Bryce. “Did something happen to him?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out. Can we take a look at the security feed from last night?”

“Sure,” she says, inclining her head. “Come on back.”

We follow her past the bar and into a small office beyond the kitchen. “Here,” she says, indicating a chair in front of a display screen.

Bryce sits and she shows him how to move through the video files. Bryce locates the one time-stamped from when we were here and forwards through frame-by-frame. I see us leaving for the night and Colin dancing with the girls, getting another drink, dancing some more, then about an hour later, Colin walks toward the exit alone. A guy in a sweatshirt, hood pulled up, hands shoved into his jeans pockets, approaches Colin. They appear to exchange words. Colin nods before following the guy out the front door.

“What the hell?” I ask. “Who was that guy?” Terror sweeps through me, turning my blood to ice. “And where the hell is Colin?”

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